Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft.
Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left:
beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide;
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now alone, bereft.
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside.
Beside a roaring bonfire, where sparks on night winds glide,
we conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief.
I huddle in a dune's dark shade with nothing left inside,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief.
We conceive a wayward child, a changeling child, a thief.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passion now abides,
as the waves of age and ages, return only grief,
ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
Orphan child sits alone in a dark room,
poverty stricken with no toys to play.
An old lady brings him a dusty book,
big grin on his face, he reads away.
Eyes gleam taking him to a magic place,
suddenly the room is now full of light.
So absorbed in a world of fantasy,
he lives each page in rapture and delight.
Forgotten are his struggles and the pain,
lost in the world of once upon a time.
He is now a strong knight battling dragons,
the next page a super hero fighting crime.
Colourful pictures bring stories to life,
creating images in a child's mind.
But the book he reads is written in Braille,
happiness for a poor child who is blind.
28 April 2016
What I Would Give For A Nook And A Storybook contest by Eve Roper
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016
When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2013
A lonely tree stands in a field
Branches entwined in one
And as those branches come to life
They reach up to the sun
This tree with all it's energy
just like a woman so it be
It's branches swaying in the breeze
just like a mother's offspring, these
And so the lonely tree does age
The human kind out living
But we all end up just the same
Our flesh to earth be giving
And thus our lives all end the same
No matter what we be
Some have long lives, some much less
In life's sweet mystery
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014
Water rushing through the brook
leaving drowned out laughter
and a blooming lilypad
A mother with a weary look
as she wades through, feet clad
It’s her children she’s looking after
Hair threatens to fall in her distant eyes
She remembers when she hadn’t worried
stealing kisses under barnyard roofs
She begins to chastise
“Children put on your boots”
She raised the voice, and they scurried
But inside she was grinning ear to ear
Thinking of sweet-smelling memories
and grass-stained linen
As her children crawled near
She said, “Now listen,
I must share some stories…”
Copyright © Mckenzie Boyer | Year Posted 2015
my family roots
flange to three generations
stand on a tripod
the grace of values
fondued by humble elders
half here and half there
the hopping second
have tales full of humour
vanishing the blues
the out cradled babes
tow blood line of bold and old
exposing its veins
May 6, 2016
Haiku on My Family
For Marvin Celestial
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
I have vague memories of
Hiding behind my mothers legs
Glued to her side
Clinging to the security of her touch
Doe-eyed little girl
Far too scared to say her name
Gazing up at the infinities that lied beyond her concrete walls
Seeing the world through the eyes of others
Whom she let guide her every move
With trembling digits
Teary-eyed, looking past opportunities
Too scared to even know who she is
Her heart filled with melodies
Her mind filled with words
Locked away by her shyness
Never to be seen.
She looked up at her surroundings
At people, beauty, life
Pondering upon the world from below the surface
Never fully experiencing anything.
What happened to her?
Where is she now?
She is but another memory buried deep within me
For that little girl who looked up at what she would never amount to,
Now looks down on the person she has become
Copyright © Sarah McFadden | Year Posted 2016
he seems dizzy and sometimes very still
yet she sees her father’s hand leave his will
and then connect the cheek of her mother
yet still her eyes lead back to her father
every night she sees her mother’s pain tear
it runs down and is wiped away in fear
her cries fade with the colour of her dress
the bruises on her mother signs of stress
every day a child errands to the fridge
the key never to spill even a smidge
her toil seeks to release his broken heart
and reveal to him his little sweetheart
nothing can change her one love endeavor
her daddy’s love her target forever
- inspired by Nicola's poem-
Copyright © Just James | Year Posted 2016
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook
Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.
Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.
Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.
Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.
Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
Dad: Ever since I held you when you
were first born,
I knew that my princess would grow
to be strong.
Dad: At first I was scared. I know
how the world works,
I don't wanna see that my little girl
Daughter: But daddy your here and
you have my back.
Dad: But if some body hurts you
daddy will snap.
Daughter: Relax dad I'm smart and
you taught me well.
To respect my body and at school to
Daughter: I know what you do is so
we can live safe.
Dad: When I get locked up out isn't
Dad: There's two side to this and jail
is one side
Daughter: I love you more daddy for
doing your time
Dad: I love you to baby that's not
Daughter: You'll be home soon dad
I'm counting the days.
Dad: Please be good for mom she all
Do the right thing and give her some
Daughter: Ok I promise I'll behave
best I can
If mommy needs help I'll give her a
Daughter: Your the best dad in the
whole wide world
Dad: I love you my princess my
Copyright © Willie Rathbone | Year Posted 2014
A SONNET OF LIFE
(Apropos The Children I Know)
Act your age my darling little child;
Take care not to go about in blinded haste.
Enjoy this lovely life for a while;
Time is elusive and you have none to waste.
Listen, candy does not always last very long;
Can be as hard as rock, yet melts as easy as ice:
Teases your tongue with sweetness and then its gone;
Leaving you wading the emptiness of something once nice.
Yes, when you are young, innocent and very sweet,
This old life can throw many enticing things you way:
Making you think that it’s all good and life is always neat;
But be aware my child, life has her debts we all are bound to pay.
For just as the night must surly turn into another day;
You my child, like me, will eventually grow old and gray.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013
O My Queen please gets well soon
So you take your cake you asked from Ayah
I know you are in pain
And you know how much I love you my dear
I cannot express how deep I am wounded with pain
The pain you are feeling
It is your destiny to feel such pain in your birthday
It is ordained by Allah so you may be strong enough to face this world
I knew you would be well kalasahanku (my love)
Ayah still thankful to Allah that you are to feel the challenge
But had that challenge could be transferred to me
I am greatly willing to take it to ease you my darling
Be strong enough because Allah still loves you so much
As I do love you My Queen, Ratuka Sihku Ashasulu
Remember and inked this in your heart
Your Ayah indeed loves you so much
I love you so much Anak, I love you so much
And I miss you so much and you are always in my hug
My tears maybe whispers you calmness and peace
If my weep comforts you; I will make you feel it
I am far from you physically, but my love embraces you
You may not see me crying but I am letting you to feel it
You are in my prayer every seconds of the moment
So please get well soon lasa!
27th April 2013. 11:00am
University Condo Apartment, Kota Kinabalu
Ratu still in the Melaka Hospital treated for Leptospirosis
Her birthday is 25th April 2013. Exactly four years old.
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.
You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.
We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.
When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.
Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.
You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.
Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.
Copyright © Karan Patade | Year Posted 2013
When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child, chai .
I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .
Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?
It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .
The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.
It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing , cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .
There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love, and reunited with the ones they lost .
The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time .
You could not, but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see .
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet, of the Hostility .
I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish, chosen Religion.
There as I held her frail , old hand , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago . In 1945 , once in our distant, yet Frightening past .
We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
" Etta Babooshka Kofman "
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
The following immunizations
Recommended for kids
10 to 12 years old
Help protect from dangerous diseases
These important shots
Tdap (tetanus diphtheria, pertussis)
Protects against 3 dangerous diseases
Required before 7th grade
Kids need 1 shot between ages 10-12 years
HPV (Human papilloma virus)
Requires 3 shots for full protection
First shot required between ages 9 or 12
A booster at age 16
Protects against infections
Can cause brain and kidney damage
Preteens need 1 shot at age 11 or 12
Much serious than the common cold
Everyone needs to get the flu vaccine every year
Even young healthy kids
More than just an itchy rash
Can cause Pneumonia or serious infections
Kids needs 2 shots
Talk to your doctor
About getting these vaccines
Protect yourself against these serious diseases
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
For nine months I carried you beneath my heart
Felt you growing and moveing, feeling such Joy
Eagerly awiating your arrival, knowing you will soon
The day you were born was filled with happiness
As I held you in wonder, my little miracle, my little babe
Counting toes and fingers, seeing your little face
Love just bursting from my heart as I just gazed
I watched you grow in time, first smile, first tooth
Crawling, walking then running, always curious
Holding your hand walikng you to school on the first day
Taught you to ride a bike, picked you up when you fell
Kissing the hurt away, just to see you smile that pretty smile
Seeing you grow and mature, into a young adult
Starting high school, learning to drive, dating
Now here it is juinor year, one more year and your gone
To test your wings, to fly away and learn even more new things
I hope my love is enough to guide you on your way
To give you that sense you can do anything you set out to do
Always remember that I love you and you are my little one
May 5th Written for my beautiful daughter
Copyright © Teresa Lindsay | Year Posted 2013
I Love the elderly
so full of history
I love my generation
who kept me a mystery
I love the children
who's future, now bright
for I have died for them
to capture the light
for i understand
pain more than ever
once I released it
the anger got better
as it went away from the people
and into my music
without a single
reason to prove it
without a reason
to let Love's light in
I didn't, it found me
and lesser I sin
God and my father
both let me know
it would all be okay
so very long ago
even tho the road
would be full of pricks
even back then I'd tell them
you can all suck my dick.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Hand in hand we walked
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for
Because no stress was in our
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy
With nothing dividing us.
Side by side we walked
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for
But misunderstanding broke us
Anna and I still smiled and
And joked about our bouncy
But secondary school was going
to divide us.
With no one there I walked
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my
friend and together we were
Violet and I both loved Doctor
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere
And school started pulling us
Anna and I still laughed and
Still promising to be friends
Never letting it divide us
Suffocating and drowning I
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or
saw each other
But we still made the most of
As we were like family, stress
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was
And our schools were beginning
to divide us
Dead yet breathing I stand
And I hate who am I and every
Fights broke us up and pulled
So I can feel Katie, Violet and
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place
And blamed me for never
talking to him
But really it was because of my
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond
Anna and I were still friends;
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart
So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl
The only person talking to me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Copyright © Teenage Frustrations | Year Posted 2013
The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look
do you read into the narrative or judge the cover of the book
Is the figure cold and dirty, the shell of what he's made
or the unforgiven soul, that is waiting to be saved
does that body clad so poorly hold more than what is shown
or just another mannequin, that has reaped just what was sown
Did you spare a dollar this morning or was your vision blind
or was that lonesome beggar just in the shadows of your mind
you see that youth with his hooded clothes and jeans hung round his waist
could he be a high school scholar or does his style not suit your taste
That girl there, with the pushchair, yes she has a name
does she love the child she carried, or did she play a foolish game
And that solemn face behind the bars,the prisoner to his crime
Or the broken life held captive and the victim of a lie
That woman in the wheelchair, animated by expression
does she really have no hopes and dreams or are you too deaf to listen
that classy car, the modest tie, the briefcase at his side
is there a dark deceitful truth, buried deep beneath his pride
no life ahead with a dead end job, shoveling gruel from a grease filled tray
or the maturing child of a broken home, paying bills 'mum' couldn't pay
two babies need to find new homes, is it proof she couldn't cope
or could she not make the perfect life so instead she gave them hope
So they live on a rough estate, they're deviant thieving 'yobs'
and see their buttoned shirts and ties, they're private school 'snobs'
do you just see flecks of peeling paint, view this canvas as a whole
or define each stroke of the artists brush that reach right to the soul
If opportunity played a fairer game and made judgement realise
then possibility could do its part, allow wisdom to remove disguise
yet with judgement passed and truth unseen, realisation is unable
to protect our children and ourselves 'living under the weight of a label'
Copyright © melanie jennings | Year Posted 2013
When I was a child, I had no fear,
With Mama and Daddy always near.
I liked to swing on the garden gate,
With never a thought of tempting fate.
No one could tease me or make me cry
With my four brothers standing by.
The guilty were scared right out of their socks
By protectors aching to clean their clocks.
As and aged adult, I find I've changed,
Since the whole world has become deranged.
Every loose package could contain a bomb
And every strange man, a Peeping Tom.
All of my protectors have been taken away
My home is a prison of fear today.
When needs must take me from the house,
I hurry back home like a frightened mouse.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016
When I was about twelve years of age it was plain to see
That my father was quite dim not nearly as bright as me
Stupid words and inane sayings embarrassed me to hear
I cringed at what he’d say or do when I had friends near
‘Don’t talk with your mouth half full’; as we ate he’d say
‘Fill the bloody thing’; he’d add with laugh like asses bray
Then came the age twenty one and my eyes opened wide
As I listened to my father now with deep unbridled pride
Wisdom flowed from learned tongue upon my older ears
Amazed at all that he had learned in those nine short years
6th in Contest 'My Parent' by Francine Roberts
Copyright © Eamon Duffin | Year Posted 2011
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
O squalling baby fat and red,
Laying on your nursery bed,
Clamber down onto the floor,
Crawl or toddle out the door.
Go to school. Graduate.
Take another for your mate.
Get a job and buy a home,
Raise a family of your own.
Save your money to retire,
Watch your grandkids and admire.
Now you're old and life is done,
Did you have a little fun?
O squalling baby fat and red,
You've just been born, and now...
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
to take the life of an innocent one
taken away my childhood
but not thrown into adulthood
you've given me a life of pain
certainly will I never
again be the same
but, I've found my freedom
here within the walls
of Gods kingdom
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experiments and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.
Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013